Neal has to think about that. Really think about it. He flits through a dozen possibilities, weighs the pros and cons and security systems of each.

He laughs softly. “Call me prosaic, but the Met.”

He shakes his head, scrubbing away. “There’s something about the history there, all the memories in those halls. All those masterworks in one place. The Guggenheim is a close second though.”

After a moment, he adds, “I wonder if it’s different between our worlds. The artists, I mean. The movements, the influential painters.”